She used the time, though. She read an article in a women's pocket-size magazine, called "Sex Is Fun-or Hell." She washed her comb and brush. She took the spot out of the skirt of her beige suit. She moved the button on her Saks blouse. She tweezed out two freshly surfaced hairs in her mole. When...
She used the time, though. She read an article in a women's pocket-size magazine, called "Sex Is Fun-or Hell." She washed her comb and brush. She took the spot out of the skirt of her beige suit. She moved the button on her Saks blouse. She tweezed out two freshly surfaced hairs in her mole. When...
It seemed to the approaching Ethel that Miss Collins was always coming out of his room. “How is he today?” Ethel hospital-whispered. “Oh Mrs. Nicolson!” Miss Collins greeted loudly, as though saluting a relative thought dead twenty years. “Oh, he’s much better.” He was always much better. Miss Co...
I replied that some of us never drank anything but tea. I asked her if she'd care to join me. "Thank you," she said. "Perhaps for just a fraction of a moment." I got up and drew a chair for her, the one opposite me, and she sat down on the forward quarter of it, keeping her spine easily and beaut...
He turned around and looked at her, in this instance, in precisely the same way that, at one time or another, in one year or another, all his brothers and sisters (and especially his brothers) had turned around and looked at her. Not just with objective wonder at the rising of a truth, frag...